Her beloved face looked at me with sadness in her final days. Her once black furry face, peppered with white, showed her age. We shared a love, an unconditional love. Even with the pain of arthritis, she followed me everywhere to lay at my feet upon reaching our destination. Except for the stairs.
She could no longer ease down the stairs she’d once conquered with lightning speed. When the time came to say goodbye, I held her head in my lap and stroked her fur, looked into her eyes and told her I loved her and it was alright to move on.
Friends have told me I should get a dog now that I’m alone…a big dog. Some days I’m tempted…the days that seem to be filled with too much quiet and the loneliness creeps in.
But with a dog comes responsibility. That thought is daunting. The training, the necessary exercise, cleaning up the yard. I’ve searched and the manual seems to be missing…
and the dog ate my homework!